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poetry
Nostalgia
"Nostalgia" - 11/3/19
 
Today I broke bread with
A man on whom I had a crush
When he was a boy
 
At that time in my life
It was not in our cards 
For me to hold his attention
 
But still I had the good judgement
To know he was kind, funny and
Kindred and I'm sure in a fashion
 
Those qualities set the template
For at least a few beautiful galaxies
Into which I drifted eventually
 
Decades went by we fell out of touch
But he maintained a legendary status
In my family as among the first
 
Unresponsive suns I ever orbited
Heartbreaks from which art granted reprieve
Fears distilled from rejection's feckless grief
 
Reminiscing gleefully about fast times
And social climbs we never took
I listened lovingly to memories
 
Of our collective youth's ache
Reveling in idiosyncrasies
Nostalgia's natural light pouring in
 
Casting soft shadows on
Childhood limbs grasping
Desperately for some semblance of sin